Daahn Rising (25 page)

Her channel throbbed in time with her heart, and her head took up the beat in a light spin.

“You need to feel it,” he surmised. “You need my cocks filling you with cum and
Zhigaaal
.”

“Yes. I need it.”

“Unbuckle my boots. The less time I waste disrobing, the better for both of us.”

Miri switched her dominant right hand for her weaker left, unbuckling his boots as quickly as possible.
Zhigaaal
ran over her massaging fingers, making them tingle and burn lightly. It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation, though it was mildly surprising.

“Stand,” Daahn ordered.

She obeyed without question, her hands leaving his body. Daahn didn’t look at her. He toed his boots off, then divested himself of pants and socks.

Then
he looked at her, ranging his gaze up her body, licking his lips. “Stroke the
Zhigaaal
over your nipples.”

Touching herself for him was bold, but she felt sensual, appealing in a way she hadn’t felt since —

Pushing that thought away, Miri played at her nipples as he had, moaning at his intent staring, hissing at the slight burn of his pheromone on her skin. Her nipples came to hard points, and she stroked harder, enjoying the way the
Zhigaaal
sensitized them.

“Now your clit.”

His voice was falsely calm, she knew. Every sign, from his partially extended ridge plates to his taut muscles, said he was poised to strike from his reclined position. By the stars, she wanted him to pounce on her.

“Your clit,” he reminded her.

Miri spread her legs, circling her lightly coated fingertips over the nub, crying out at the musk escaping down her thighs, at the maddening need for his touch instead of her own.

“What do you want, Miri?”

Snips of memories assaulted her. There was something...”Last night, you ate our mixed climax.”

“You remember that?” A dangerous smile graced his face.

She nodded.

“You want it again?”

“Oh, yes.”

He flowed to his feet, rippling muscle in motion, the predator, the silent hunter. Her entire body burned and pulsed, a drumbeat of pure anticipation.

Daahn guided her to the warmth he’d abandoned at the edge of the bed, sinking to his knees, his eyes locked with hers. His hands pressed at her shoulders, urging her to her back. He raised one leg and then the other, settling her feet to the edge of the mattress, spread wide around her body. She was open to him, exposed. The very air around them vibrated in the rising tension between them.

The first lick started at the inner apex of her left thigh, stroking toward her knee, following the trail of her musk. He repeated the move on her right.

The next three licks brought her hips up off the bed. They were soft, bathing licks, removing every drop of her musk from the surface of her body. He followed it with a fluttering of licks inside her. Miri moved restlessly, her head pitching back and forth, moaning when he retreated.

His fingers explored the same path, and the bite of heat announced that he was spreading
Zhigaaal
over her. Holding herself still for it was a physical impossibility, but Daahn didn’t chide her for her weakness. He patiently found every fold and hollow, anointing the outer lips but not inside. Finally, he did the same for her anus.

Daahn braced his hands on her knees, staring down at her writhing form. Just when she was about to question this form of torture, he moved, thrusting his tongue inside her. Miri’s leg muscles tightened, forcing her hips up.

The burning intensified, playing delicious counterpoint to his busy mouth. The need clawed at her, setting off the same searing sensation in her gut that the quickening had.

Water.
She needed the bath.

No.
She needed his cock inside her, quenching the flames from the inside out.

“Daahn,” she gasped out. “I need you inside me.”

His mouth left her, and he straightened, looking down at her. “My name,” he demanded.

“Aleeks.”

He nodded. Aleeks moved toward her, seating his secondary at her seam instead of his primary.

Miri shook her head, at a loss to form the words to refuse. His secondary was dripping in
Zhigaaal
. She wouldn’t survive being coated inside as well as outside. Already, it felt as if her vital organs were ablaze.

The secondary stroked inside her, filling her yet not, painting his
Zhigaaal
along the corridor to her womb. The need slammed into her, and Miri bowed up from the bed, tears escaping her eyes, burning against her sensitive cheeks as his
Zhigaaal
burned the rest of her. She cried out harshly, lunging for Aleeks, her Xxanian drives dictating that she escape this torture.

His hands circled her wrists, pinning them to the bed near her head. He rose up over her, pushing her along the soft sheets, his strong thighs forcing against the insides of hers, his primary stroking sensitized flesh with every movement. In the end, they were both on the bed, Aleeks staring down at her, her legs loosely wrapped around his thighs.

Aleeks transferred both wrists to one large hand and reached the other between their bodies. The
Zhigaaal
stroked along her inner thighs was such a shock, her muscles tightened down, drawing his secondary to her
os
.

“That’s right,” he crooned to her. “You want me deep.”

Miri shook her head, denying it. “I want —” Her breathing was ragged, her senses in a riot.

“Yes?”

“Your primary,” she replied thickly.

“You’ll have it, as soon as you’re prepared for it.”

The room seemed to spin around her. “You didn’t prepare me last night.”

He didn’t smile at the reminder. “That was your quickening. This...”

He released more
Zhigaaal
onto the surface of her
os
. Miri gasped at the sensation of his secondary extending past the mouth of her womb. Aleeks’s body was still, which meant the secondary was growing longer.

“This is mating, Miri,” he breathed. “You are mine. Already, you want to be mine.”

With that pronouncement, he came. His primary spewed cum over her abdomen, while his secondary jetted
Zhigaaal
inside, heating her womb. Her climax crested, and his continued, coating her womb in his potent pheromone. Miri fought for an easy breath, groaning; she could feel every millimeter of her womb, outlined in acid heat and aching for his primary to fill it with cooling cum.

Every muscle in her body relaxed. Miri stared up at Aleeks through a pleasant haze. He released her wrists, feathering his fingertips along her cheek.

He backed out of her, her legs sliding away from his. His secondary reappeared, half again as long as his renewed primary.

Miri licked her lips, her sense of smell and taste overpowered by
Zhigaaal
. Everything was Aleeks. She craved his touch, certain that every stroke and lick would be an ecstasy.

Aleeks straightened, coming up on his knees. Slowly, deliberately, he massaged the base of his secondary, making his
Zhigaaal
flow again.

She numbly wondered how many times Aleeks would fill her womb with
Zhigaaal
before he felt her “prepared” for more. The droplets of his cum sliding down her mound invigorated her. It could be two times or ten times, and she wouldn’t care, as long as Aleeks was touching her.

****

By the stars, her show was enough to make him weep
Zhigaaal
without the massage. Drugged on his pheromone, Miri lay in a near stupor, but that wouldn’t last long. Soon, her frenzy would take hold again.

As if in agreement, Miri started to move her legs, seeking release of her drives. Aleeks braced them apart and back toward her abdomen, positioning her for the next step in the binding.

Aleeks seated the soft head of his secondary at her anus, easing inside. Miri went silent and still, staring at him, her eye slits dilating as the
Zhigaaal
penetrated layers of porous skin to her bloodstream.

She bowed up, her breathing ragged, crying out wildly as he thrust deeper. The move brought his primary to her swollen pussy. Pleas for his primary cock left her lips on ragged sobs.

“Every way possible,” he vowed. He slid deeper, seating both cocks in her.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Every way.”

Aleeks didn’t doubt that she didn’t know what she was asking. Nor did he question the fact that she’d love it, when he educated her.

One of the conditions Evan had insisted on when he bound Zondra to him was that the
Zhigaaal
bladder and pump would always be carried on his human cock. If he pierced her with two, the strap-on would take the place of his primary. That meant he didn’t wear the fake cock at all when he was anointing her body or filling her womb with
Zhigaaal
... or when Zondra was sucking him off. When Evan was filling his wife’s ass with the pheromone, she was getting a load of cum, too, the fake cock filling her pussy. According to both Zondra and her husband, the arrangement had proven quite enjoyable for them both.

Just the thought of pounding his primary into Miri’s tight little ass, while he planted a second load of
Zhigaaal
in her womb, had him at the edges of control. Aleeks thrust hard and fast into her, driving Miri to another orgasm. Her inner muscles gripped at both cocks.

Aleeks climaxed, smiling as she went boneless beneath him again. He placed a kiss on her forehead, noting her changing scent in satisfaction. After three days of frenzy, she’d carry his scent for the rest of her life, and what a frenzy it would be.

“The next time will be in the water, Miri.” They might even make it to the tub in his...
their
quarters sometime tomorrow. As a Dominant, he wanted their mixed scent marking their living space as soon as possible. But first, he had to sate her into a slumber to move her that far.

Chapter Seven

Miri went still at the sound of the tone from the doorway. Aleeks had left to attend to his duties for the first time since their mating frenzy had started, more than three days earlier, and answering a summons intended for him felt wrong.

The tone sounded again, and she bit at her lower lip lightly. Would it be considered an offense
not
to answer it? She would have to ask Aleeks that question when he returned.

She was Aleeks’s mate now. There was no reason she knew of not to answer it, and likely many reasons to do so. Resolved, she marched to the door, slipped on a pair of dark glasses, and opened it.

The sight of Lieutenant Jackson in the corridor caused an immediate reversal of her position. She took a guarded stance. “Aleeks Daahn is not here,” she informed him.

“I know. I came to speak to you.”

“I cannot allow you inside.” Subdominant though Jacks might be, a rival male didn’t enter a Dominant’s lair without an invitation from the Dominant himself.

He shifted uncomfortably. “I don’t want to come inside. I need your help... as a translator.”

Her heart stuttered. “You have a Xxanian prisoner?”

“Several of them. Daahn is occupied, catching up on the work he missed while...” He looked down the corridor as if discomforted by the concept that Aleeks was now a mated man. “We need a way to communicate.”

Miri considered that. The last thing she wanted to do was face the Xxan. Moreover, Dominants were possessive of their mates. If she did this, Aleeks might be angry that she’d gone near a Xxanian male rival.

“Daahn said you’d help.”

She nodded. “I will then.” If Aleeks said he wanted her to work as a translator to the Xxan, she would bend to his wishes in it. Her reservations were, after all, largely rooted in his reactions and not fears for her own safety.

Jacks waved her down the corridor. Miri closed the door to their quarters carefully, listening for the
click
of the lock, then padded along with him.

The light tunic and pants Aleeks had provided for her brushed against her body. They weren’t a warrior’s clothes. Aleeks had decreed that a Dominant didn’t allow his mate the dangers of a warrior’s life. Before she met him, Miri would have taken such a sentiment as a reason to fight, an insult to her training. Now, his protection was a precious gift, and the clothing was just one outward sign of that protection.

“Do you ever wear shoes?” Jacks inquired.

Miri feigned no notice of his rudeness. “If Aleeks requests it of me, I will learn to wear them.”

At the same time, she suspected such a thing would be highly uncomfortable and would steal her stealth, at least temporarily. Miri couldn’t imagine Aleeks asking her to submit to it... or him risking her safety by compromising her ability to hide from danger.

The lieutenant’s snort of laughter accompanied something of a sneer. “He wants you barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen, huh?”

“He accepts that I have never worn shoes. I am certain he would love to be a
seir
. But I cannot imagine why he would wish me to be ‘in the kitchen.’ It is the male’s place to provide food for his mate, and we do not cook our food. True, mouth feeding is a very sensual exchange, but why would we engage in that in the food preparation area, when a bed or cushions are much more comfortable?”

He gaped at her, then turned away, red-faced.

The remaining trip passed in silence, a happenstance Miri found she enjoyed. Though she couldn’t account for the warrior’s silence, she was grateful for it.

Her peace dissolved into unease at the sight of the empty guard desk in the cell block. She stopped, grasping at Jacks’s arm.

He shook her off, shooting a nervous glance around, as if Aleeks waited to tear his throat out. “What is wrong with you?”

“The desk is empty.”

Jacks looked around at it, his eyes narrowing.

“Call for more warriors,” she counseled. “Call them now.”

“My men are —”

“Dead or captive. You cannot secure their release alone.”